Mayhap, thou dost know a damsel in Pawtucket whom thou dost deem passing fair, and whom thou fain wouldst hitch to thineself.

We are not talking about angels dancing on the head of a pin here.

THE INTHRONIZATION. The King ascended the Theatre, accompanied by the two Bishops his Supporters, the Great Officers of State, the Lords carrying the Swords, and the Lords who had borne Their Majesties' Regalia, and was Inthroned by the Archbishops, Bishops, and the other Peers, who then stood about the steps of the Throne.

Atherton's spiel sounded exactly like what Australian's were saying to me almost every day. Was this vestigial bitterness from years of Aussie humiliations in his own career? Had he turned into a Pommy-basher?